Chapter 1015
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Gentle tone, affectionate expression, eyes filled with pampering.
Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to be able to tug at her heart.
The heartbroken heart in the illusion earlier had been healed.
"What's the matter, do you want me to carry you over?" Di Mo Xuan saw that she didn't move for a long time and gave a low laugh as he stood up and walked over to her.
His purple robe billowed and under the bouquet of flowers, he looked like a deity who had descended.
Unparalleled handsomeness, incomparable.
Ye Qing Luo's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.
Di Mo Xuan had already walked in front of her, his slender fingers with distinct joints swept past the hair on her forehead.
Following that, he lifted her chin and gave a light kiss on her lips.
His arm, tightly wrapped around her slender waist.
A thick masculine scent, filled Ye Qing Luo's nose.
It almost made her faint.
Her hand, tightened.
She grabbed the arm around her waist, her voice was calm, "Let go of me."
This was an illusion.
She couldn't be affected by the illusion.
But, the next moment, the man's hand, suddenly covered her head.
He seemed to have placed something on her head.
Ye Qing Luo was stunned and was about to stretch out her hand to touch.
Di Mo Xuan's large palm, had already caught her little hand.
His other hand, flicked his sleeve.
In the midst of the purple and red flowerbeds, a two meter tall bronze mirror appeared.
It clearly reflected …. the scene of the both of them hugging each other tightly.
Di Mo Xuan's boiling hot chest, covered Ye Qing Luo's delicate back.
His head, pillowed on her slender shoulder.
One hand, wrapped around her slender waist, pulled the distance between the both of them closer.
Ye Qing Luo looked at the bronze mirror, on her head, there was a circle of flower garland.
That was a flower garland which was weaved by blossoms of bright red cherry blossoms.
"Do you like it?" He asked in her ear.
Ye Qing Luo's face, suddenly flushed red.
The tight string in her brain, on seeing this flower garland, completely broke.
Her heartbeat, suddenly sped up.
He personally weaved a flower garland.
For her, personally weaved a flower garland.
She blushed and nodded. "I like it."
"As long as you like it, it's worth the effort I put in to weave this garland." Di Mo Xuan chuckled lowly, as he raised his hand as if he was asking for praise.
His slender fingers were covered with cuts and bruises of various sizes caused by the thin objects in his eyes.
Ye Qing Luo's long curly lashes fluttered as she held his hand and gently kissed those marks.
The body of the man who was sticking close to him suddenly stiffened.
Following that, his palms covered her body. His hands moved over her body domineeringly and not gently.
Ye Qing Luo's face blushed slightly as she immediately grabbed his hand in embarrassment.
However, the man lifted her chin with his other hand.
He forced her to look at herself in the bronze mirror.
In the mirror, the woman's face was blushing.
Her eyes were curved like silk, as if she was sending out a tempting invitation.
Her red lips parted slightly as she gasped softly.
Her soft and delicate body squirmed restlessly.
As for the man behind her, his expression was that of someone who had fallen into the valley of love.
Shimmering peach blossom eyes, deep and serene.
His heavy breathing, was beside her ear.
"Lil Luo 'er …. Lil Luo' er ….." He called out her name, his voice was hoarse, revealing a sense of urgency.
Ye Qing Luo's face was flushed red, her entire body was limp, without any energy.
This softness, gave the man behind her more chances.
His large palm, had already covered Ye Qing Luo's chest.
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